All I remember about my dream last night was that McDonalds was selling softball-sized hushpuppies and the person I was with ordered one, and it had this big clot of hair coming out one side of it. I was so grossed out that I took a bunch of pictures to send to Corporate. Then I flew somewhere on a peacock.

I fell asleep for an hour or so and had a dream that I was walking through some park-like area with someone who I thought was my bf (I never actually saw him though, he was always just out of the corner of my eye). For some reason, I was under the impression that Pittsburgh had just formed its own state and was all happy about it. It was really dark and late at night, but for some reason it was nice out and seemed like it was the middle of summer. The two of us jumped into a drained canal/storm drain thing and were walking down it, when we were suddenly chased by someone who wanted to kidnap us. Then I woke up.

__________________"I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing." "But," says Man, "The Babel fish proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't." "Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promptly vanished in a puff of logic.

I fell asleep watching a special about polygamy, so when I dreamed it was about this haggard-looking woman with a bunch of kids.

She was giving some sort of TV interview about this great new vehicle she bought...it was sort of like an RV, but she seemed to have little to no awareness that she actually had to drive it. It was like a series of 3 large, square rooms and she was talking about the drapes and the wood trim she'd picked out, and I was sitting in the room for some reason and could feel it rolling down a hill.

You could see everything sway and bounce with the rolling and stuff was spilling off shelves, and I was pretty freaked as to where exactly we were headed blindly in these mobile rooms, but she didn't seem a bit concerned.

I was half asleep this morning when a nordic track'ish infomercial was on and this guy said "Well Bob, I'm in my fifties but since I've been using this running machine I feel like I'm in my thirties!"
I also happened to look at my clock and it was half an hour before I normally get up so I was thinking "Wow, the commercial alone made me 30 mins younger by watching it. I need to get me one of these." I woke up again and it was for a hair straightener commercial....which I don't need.

I'm expecting DANGER ZONE by Kenny Loggins to be blasting out the chopper as well.

The only song I ever had as background music in a dream was "Going for the One" by Yes. Can't remember the content of the dream, only that the song was background music in it.

Wait, I just remembered another time, I dreamed I was in a room full of kittens and one puppy, the song 'Hole Hearted' by Extreme was in the background, and I was annoyed because the puppy wouldn't leave me alone while I tried to pick up and pet the kittens.

I had a baseball bat and a cap, but I was on a train trying to get to London to save my friend and these guys were trying to crash their cars into the train and at one point I was driving a car IN THE TRAIN doing barrel rolls off seats. Then I exploded some heads with my PSI ATTACK and made a wall of fire and there were talking mushrooms.

I had a baseball bat and a cap, but I was on a train trying to get to London to save my friend and these guys were trying to crash their cars into the train and at one point I was driving a car IN THE TRAIN doing barrel rolls off seats. Then I exploded some heads with my PSI ATTACK and made a wall of fire and there were talking mushrooms.

A few months ago I had a dream that Canadians had stripped me naked and were going to kill me, but at some point I realized it was a dream and I took their Uzi and I started running down the suburbs shooting at cars while I was still naked. That was my only lucid dream ever, and I'm kind of pissed that I wasted it.

This next dream I wrote down in a dream notebook so I could remember it, and surprise surprise that shit really works!:

Just like 2 days ago I had a dream where I was walking down a rainy backalley street and there was this old black woman, she must have been like in her 90's. Anyway, I walked up and I asked her "do you have what I need"? And she said "only if you have what I need". So I went into her house, and we both take our clothes off, and I start fucking her, but she keeps on screaming "FASTER, FASTER" so I go faster, and this keeps going on until it gets to be less incredibly violent sex and more of an erotic parody of the "Burly Brawl" scene from The Matrix: Reloaded. Finally, she screams "DRAGON OF RAPTURE!" and orgasms, but she orgasms a cobweb all over my dick. >_< I'm out of breath but I tell her "Now, you promised" and she takes me to the bathroom and lights one of those funky Jewish candelabra things, and hands me a box of GAIN laundry soap. I do two lines of the soap off her toilet, pass out and then I woke up.

I don't know what the fuck repressed sexual urge triggered that dream, but I'd kinda like it out of my body. 0_o